Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from El Salvador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.